© July '10 photo by smck
One of the nice swimming holes (and in the brighter days of salmon fishing also a great salmon pool) this stretch of the river was known since these many years as Da-Neils-Bridge, i.e. Dan Neil's Bridge. When I first lived in Grand River in the later half of the 70s my great friend George took me here and showed me where as a boy he had walked across a stout and sturdy bridge to Dan Neil's place to have tea. In the 70s there were large boulder supports in place and the remains of spruce (probably Black Spruce) logs making a crib-work which could stand up to spring flooding and winters ice. Today you have to look intently to fasten your imagination on that old bridge which had been built by hard labor of man and beast. On this particular day the water is 'up' and flowing strongly with the pool itself probably about six to seven feet deep. In picture one my son is going into the river just above the pool, in the third he is idling against the current before trying to best the current where the river's running full as it comes into the pool. I'll revisit this post another day to go into that Gaelic compounding of given names that baffled me for several years when I first arrived.
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